Get Clapped - Meek Mill

Fuck around get clapped

Fuck around get clapped, fuck around get

Fuck around get clapped ya nigga we strapped

Fuck around get clapped

Fuck around get clapped

Fuck around get clapped

Oh lord I’m feeling myself

I’m in the big boy Phantom with the suicide doors I’m killing myself

I got a bad bitch with me and a brand new semi that’s still on my belt

I ain’t feeling these niggas I’m grilling these nigga I’ll kill them myself

Fuck around get clapped, fuck around get clapped

Fuck around get clapped, ya nigga we strapped

Fuck around get clapped, fuck around get clapped

Ya nigga we strapped

Fuck around get clapped, fuck around get clapped

Ya nigga we strapped

Fuck around get clapped, cause we ain’t playing like that

She pop molly pop that pussy

He pop fly weed pop that pussy

That’s your chick I got that pussy

I treat that shit like project pussy

Like hold up, rolling in the foreign we show up

Sipping on lean my team we pour up

Pull up to the scene that’s me she know us

Pockets full of green like a four leaf clover

Hold up wait, we walk in this bitch we fuck shit up and we leave gone

Hold up wait, I walk up to his bitch talk start talking that shit then she’s

gone

Back to the condo, where other niggas main bitches turn to side hoes

And shorty brought her friends with her tell them swallow

And we ain’t talking Twitter nigga they gon' follow, hi ho